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Azigarath

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After a long pause, she dropped the mirror, hearing it shatter. Staring through the eyes of heaven and hell, she looked at herself, and there was everything she hated in her. But she was not troubled by that. There was no one to judge her.

29-Jun-2012 07:33:29

Yrolg

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It's great to see authors I don't normally note submitting entries. (I guess this includes myself of late, doesn't it?)
As always, once the final bell tolls I would be more than happy to exchange feedback. Until that time, however, I will be wishing you all lazy typing and plot holes! :P

29-Jun-2012 07:43:10

Aeraie

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It was her laughter he loved the most.
He would meet her by saving her from a burning building. He would fall in love with her all over again every time his eyes gazed upon her. He would marry her, him clad in a white tuxedo to match her white gown. He would nurture their children as they grew up. He would love her still in their ancient age, caressing –
“Mark!”
The shaggy teenager with brown hair and brown eyes jumped in his seat as a jolt of attention went through him. He felt all of the eyes of his classmates upon him as he swallowed the little spit left in his mouth. Mark’s confused visage glanced at his instructor, unkempt eyebrows furrowed like bees in a hive.
“Must you always daydream in my class?” The instructor slapped the meter stick in her hands against a literary device written on the blackboard. The phrase was ‘poetic justice.’ “What does this mean?” She asked expectantly.
Mark squinted at the word. “It means that virtue is ultimately rewarded or vice punished, usually due to a twist of fate related to the way the character acts, Mrs. Brewns.”
Mrs. Brewns nodded slightly with approval. “Do not daydream in my class again.” With that, she turned around and resumed her lesson.
Victoria. Her name was Victoria, and she had tawny brown locks that were intricately curled, falling well below her shoulders. Her eyes were a startling viridian, brought out by the golden aura emitted by her tanned skin. He felt honored to be in her presence, his heart reaching out to touch her. The way Mark felt about Victoria was unique in that he loved her even though she was a treasure he could never obtain. His nervous sorrel eyes flicked away from the teacher and to Victoria, hoping and fearing that her eyes would meet his. He smiled softly, inhaling every moment of her divinity.

29-Jun-2012 08:15:06

Aeraie

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It was then that they heard the faint rattle of what sounded like a drill or an automated weapon. The teacher paused mid-sentence, scowling at the noise. “Is that –“
The intercom came on, and a panicked secretary blurted out as many words as she could. “There’s a shooter in the building. Code blue. Keep –“A gunshot, followed by a short scream, occurred as the intercom went dead.
Mrs. Brewns rushed to close the blinds, cover the glass panel in the door with paper, and turn off the lights. The room broke into havoc as the students scrambled to hide. Mark made a beeline for a tall cabinet, opened it, and shut the cabinet behind him. The English room was just a few rooms away from the main office, meaning that the shooter would most likely enter the classroom.
Mark listened to the gunshots drawing ever nearer as someone banged on the cabinet door. “Let me in!” The voice hissed. Mark immediately recognized the sweet serene of the voice as that of the love of his life, Victoria. He peered through the tiny crack between the two doors of the cabinet. Sure enough, the frantic Victoria knocked ever louder upon the wood of the door. Mark attempted to throw himself to one side of the cabinet when a frantic realization overcame him: there was only enough room in the cabinet for one person.
Should he step out of the cabinet and let her go inside? Should he give up his life for hers? Would the gunman come into the room? Would they both live to see another day? Would Mark be Victoria’s hero, just like in his daydreams?
The gunshots became louder. Mark judged that the shooter was two rooms away.

29-Jun-2012 08:15:25

Aeraie

Aeraie

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Just how much did he love Victoria? Did he love her at all? Did he even know what love was? He looked again at her face as his heart dragged itself out of his chest, clawing its way towards her. He wanted her, but was he ready to die? Was he ready to die for her? Would he be able to fulfill his daydreams in death? Could he be a martyr? What would happen upon her death, or his? Who would mourn him? Who would mourn her? What would it be like to die? What would it be like to watch her die? Which was worse?
Questions barraged Mark’s mind as he frantically struggled to make a decision. The shooter had to be in the room beside theirs.
Was he too late? Would they still have enough time to switch positions? Would they both die if they were caught mid switch? Was it worth the risk? Did she love him the way he loved her? Would she love him the way he loved her if he managed to save her and survive? How much did he care? How much did she care? Was he morally obligated to save her life? Just how far did love go?
The gunman was seconds away from entering the room. Would death hurt?
Something in Mark snapped. The shooter entered the room and began firing shots. Mark and Victoria held eye contact as the gunman turned towards the cabinet. The gunman fired six shots into Victoria. Mark watched the love of his life fall to her knees and take in her last breaths as he felt utter apathy. Even after the gunman exited the room, he did not get out of the closet to caress her body, to hold her in her last moment, to express his feelings for her. He watched her die as mankind’s greatest secret began to unfold.

29-Jun-2012 08:15:49

Aeraie

Aeraie

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Above all, the need to survive triumphs all else, including love. We may read fiction, watch movies, play games, or daydream otherwise, but the destitute truth is that, in times of crisis, we save ourselves before we save anyone else. Indeed, the greatest secrets aren’t kept by governments or organizations or priests, they are not withheld from the public, the church, the innocent. The greatest secrets are the ones we hide from ourselves, locked away in that tiny, unfrequented splinter in our mind, and as Mark had just watched the woman he loved die, he finally had come to understand this concept.
It was his secret – humanity’s secret – he despised the most.

29-Jun-2012 08:16:00 - Last edited on 29-Jun-2012 08:16:44 by Aeraie

arcblade kb
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In a World ... without ... chocolate cake ...
Long ago in Gielinor, a chef had discovered the recipe to make Cake. And there was much rejoicing.
But over time, some still found the confection .... lacking.
One day, a young and intrepid chef took it upon them-self to make the cake more enticing.
Years of dauntless research and experimentation.
Battling the crowds at markets for the rarest spices.
Struggling against the udders of the toughest heifers.
But nothing proved to make the right ingredient.
Finally, the chef had a chance encounter with a piece of solid dark processed milk.
The taste and texture seemed right.
He chopped it, and diced it ... then sprinkled it on to the cake.
With great care he layered the cake with the chocolate to make a presentation to the toughest of taste testers.
With but a single bite, the children were pleased.
So to this day, the chocolate cake remains a favored delicacy to all of Gielinor.
But the name of the chef who came up with the recipe has been lost to time.
But their legacy will never be forgotten amongst the cavities of adventurers everywhere. Why do people think I'm crazier than a room full of foxes in a psychiatric ward? Do they ever stop to think how the foxes got in there in the first place?
Why ask a question you think you want the answer to, yet know you will regret knowing?

29-Jun-2012 19:25:08 - Last edited on 29-Jun-2012 19:29:08 by arcblade kb

arcblade kb
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arcblade kb

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^
I know it's a little cheesy, so I'll apologize now if you get a heart attack from it . Why do people think I'm crazier than a room full of foxes in a psychiatric ward? Do they ever stop to think how the foxes got in there in the first place?
Why ask a question you think you want the answer to, yet know you will regret knowing?

29-Jun-2012 19:32:29

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